TraviS Scott - Dance On The Moon lyrics
rate mefeat. Theophilus London & Paul Wall
Where the weather is warm
Moon light move and a nigga dance
People making steez from a nigga stance
Had to leave home, I’m working out
Kiss mom for me if you get the chance
Walk the streets of our state
Niggas giving dabs and pounds I can’t wait
In the moon light you can’t see me eyes
And when I’m up the things I can’t think
Man I be costing the coast
Swear a young nigga dumb been through the most
Washing my mind out with dope
Shit real but you know a nigga can’t choke
When they recognize a real nigga still
Ride me out, stay me afloat
And I’m a real nigga sitting in the vip
Showing champagne through a neck’s girl throat
[Hook]
Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long
Lost in the moonlight, ran to the moon like, no
Coplights, no lights, cause the bills that was overdue
Now a skinny nigga nigga got fits from the wrong way
Taking trips to the side of the moon
Had to take trips to define my peace
But I got a little feeling might be in that tomb
I like my weed a little cheese, roll that back a little thick
Better watch your tongue, don’t wanna choke
Better let that jack …I’m on some popular shit
Come look at my eyes to get a fix
We just gonn cruise, hit the bruise, lay back don’t worry about shit
It might get ridy, cause all the freaky models wanna party
All the freaky models in the lobby
It’s so obvious that they lobbyist
Man it can’t be realer, me and my niggas in the villa
She in that white, just can’t fit her, sweet not bitter
Drink like you got no limit,
Hit it then she on the move, my nigga
[Hook] x 2
Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long
Pow wow, 2 cups, hold up
I’m headed to the moon cause the world screwed up
Like the city I grew up
So I’m pouring up a cold cup,
Bout to get tolled up
Got a xanax crushed up
If you steal my cup it will get you fucked up
Pull up to the moon with the trunk up
Getting sucked up, with 3 blunts roll up
Smoke all 3 at the same time, cow that triple og,
And the triple d, I’m a fool when I’m on e
You know nothing bout me
Backwood fill with a Compton tree
Getting full of that all I got gas and grief
3 lines poured up, in the big peach
Baptize the blunt, but I ain’t no priest
Peach ciroc with an orco, piece of hash in my triple steets
Og was on a bone with a skilla
Me and pass skill been doing that shit
Death I can live what you know about this
Baby bas came through with the kush and shish
…and a summer twist
On the moon, getting high than a bitch,
And I’m doing my dance.
[Hook]
Let’s get high, and go dance on the moon
We could fly, and go straight to the moon
Touch the skies, and go dance on the moon
Where the weather is fun, and we forever live long.
